I aM. (The MeTaphoR.)
______________________
From You ,
(and ThiS wOrLd
of ScArS)
I hide My Feelings
behind clever
Metaphors;
because I cut myself on
The STaRs!
(grasping at Truths I should
not have
looked for.)
This once sweet soul
(clothed in
midnight-skins)
became a Stone;
Life's worst example
of the human
condition.
Cursed to walk Alone!
With a name the angels
dare not mention!
(such as Perdition.)
and Gladly I would
have chosen Fate,
had I known the Grave
I would
dig myself with Freedom;
But now it's too late!
( for the Stars are
dead at the hands of
Heathens.)
I AM the MeTaphoR,
who hides from himself no
Longer.
Opening Hell's Door!
(that could've been
Heaven
had I only been stronger.)
J.Stephen.H.
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